Trina 2000s Novels & Stories

“That is left for the Alpha to explain, Clair. Though, I can assure you that the Alpha will be good to you, but you must also know that Trina is not an easy woman to deal with.” “What do you mean?” “Those who work with her say she's shrewd. She gets paranoid at the slightest mistake and could even report to the authorities, which might get the person in jail for the rest of their lives.” “My goodness! Why is she that way?” “Since she's the younger sister to Luna, she is used to a life of luxury where everyone treats her with utmost respect. Not to say how much Luna loved her since she was little when her sister became Luna.”

Jake clasped my hand, "come on Trina. I'm getting you out of here." "Thank you." I tried to smile and he pulled me from the floor. We were walking away and Mckayla said, "why are you so concerned about her? Is that b*tch now your girlfriend?" We paused and turned to them. I looked into Jake's eyes wondering what his response will be. "Trina is a nice and sweet person and I just know that she deserves to be treated better." Jake argued. "But you're over doing it, " Mandy argued, "it's like you can't see that she's clumsy, stupid, a doodle head? And, she's boring."

It looks like there will be less time if we start later. "All right girls, let's do it!" Trina said in a loud voice before raising both hands and clapping twice. She even tied her hair as if she was going to fight in the war. Trina quickly walked over to her suitcase and carried it to the bed. She opened her suitcase after placing it on the bed, and exposed her tons of clothes and shoes. "Did you bring all of that with you from New Jersey?" I asked Trina but my eyes were still fixed on the clothes.

Trina was fuming after Dustin’s secretary informed her that he had left for Virelia, and worse, their engagement set for tomorrow was now canceled. He couldn’t just discard her like that. She knew from the start that he only agreed to marry her because she resembled his late wife, Rihanna. They would marry, but that was all. They would never live under one roof because everything Dustin owned was meant for Rihanna. And her? She was meant to become a world-famous model, nothing more. But Trina refused to let anyone else have Dustin. She had fallen for him, especially after he confessed that he was neither blind nor crippled. And beyond that, she discovered he was the owner of DC Bank Corp.

She held a stack of files, each one likely containing a piece of crucial information. "That's good to hear. Any other updates?" Dean's eyes fixed on the files, a subtle anticipation evident in his expression. "Yes, we've secured an appointment with RileyVille Photography. They're eager to collaborate with us. It could be a significant opportunity for our brand." Trina's words carried a sense of accomplishment, hinting at successful negotiations. "Excellent. And what about the upcoming plans?" Dean leaned back, absorbing the information, his mind already processing the potential implications. "Tomorrow afternoon, you have a flight to St. Petersburg. We've arranged a meeting with one of the mo

Well I'm sure she is the one feeling less now because I am hundred percent sure June and her opportunist family will keep their distance now that they can't get what they want from her. It was as if fate was working on my side, everything was going so well. That company was crumbling even before Max decided to do anything and Trina's company was well on the way to being dead before Max did something. “Mummy! Did you see me? Daddy, I was dancing." Trina shouted out as she tried to dance sitting on Max, glee and happiness in her voice. We were on our way home from Trina's school, there was a celebration and Trina participated in a dance. She was an epitome of beauty and grace, she was growing

"Thank God, I thought you guys were about to bail or something." Trina pulled me into a tight hug as soon as we entered the loud club. She looked beautiful as always wearing a pair of skinny blue jeans and a low cut sequential top. It was a Friday night so the entire place was jam packed and I could see women dressed way more provocative than me. My dress was actually pretty decent compared to them.

I can figure anything out without anyone interfering or interrupting. I found my mate a few weeks ago, and I have to say that she’s gorgeous. She’s gorgeous, but she just isn’t her. Trina is 5’10 with dark brown skin. She has full, long lashes, though they may not be natural. Her hair is long, past her shoulders, and she has an athlete's body. Everything about her screams elegance and strength: basically Luna. She’s my Luna, given to me by the Moon Goddess, but she just isn’t her.

Trina had a very distinct personality online. She almost always played scantily-clad characters that didn't depend on wearing a lot of armor. She would put people off of their game by using a really sultry voice and using innuendo and outright dirty talk. In real life, she was really nice and funny. She was super smart, too. We had been friends for years, but it occurred to me as we talked that this was someone I could actually ask out on a date. Like me, she was a legal adult in a school full of kids.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am. It looks like you won't be able to see what you want to see. What do you want to know?" "Nothing. Thanks," Trina said with a smile before leaving the room. Her shoulders were slumped when she walked back to their department. That was her only hope to prove that she was not careless. She felt that someone deliberately spilled the ink on her work. She just let it go and then focused her attention on drawing a new one. She would finish it even though she knew there wasn't enough time.